We went to the doctor today, and sitting there, a tiny voice just kept saying "It's a boy. Boy. Boy." Hubby told me about a dream he had. We were at a friends house to use their pool. In the pool there was a large turtle happily swimming in circles.
Saw Little Wren, just as active as ever. Head-down, this time facing my back, still as uncooperative as ever. Though apparently, LW listened to mommy and showed us what we wanted to see the most.
IT'S A BOY!
I was right, LW stands for Lycan Wren. He's no longer an "It" or a "He/She". All of the Turtles we've been seeing and dreaming about make sense now. Which I already had my suspicions.
I called my mom who's more than excited, claiming that my brother and step brother are going to be jealous. They wanted boys, but both got girls. Though I wanted a girl, though it's a 50/50 chance. On my mom's side, I've got the first boy. He's healthy, active, and in the 50th percentile in size. Oh, and I'm in my 24th week.
Glucose screening, I called and they said that my blood sugar was high, a 202. So on the 3rd I'm going in for the 3-hour, can't eat nothing for 12-hour blood tests. GD is the most manageable of the diabetes and generally it only lasts until the baby is born. I was pretty upset about it, but I'm calmer. I'll manage, not like we have a choice. I'll do what I need to to ensure that we're both healthy and happy. Meanwhile, I'll enjoy this pregnancy.